I

It's coffee, not tea,
that fuels me;
Night's disappeared.
Now, I can hear
the sounds of you,
rustling anew,
the morning's dew
still damp and cold.
If someone had told
me years ago of a life
like this, of a wife
like you, I'd have laughed
at the wisp of possibility.
I am forever in love, a tiny gasp
of pure improbability.

-- Kevin Hodgson, GloPoWriMo 2017

Pure Improbability

by dogtrax

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